Simon Peter Unwraps a Cadbury Egg #3/30 - 2021

The doors were secured

and it was not there 

before we went to sleep

On the third day

after I’d denied my Lord three times

a basket was left in the upper room

and we do not know how

Who could have delivered it

without walking through the walls

this pastel basket filled with bright unnatural things

beans of pure honey

transparent grass that tangles and clings

foods unfamiliar to our simple fisherman tongues

Except for this one

metallic, yet familiar in shape - an egg

The metal only a leaf

peeling back, tearing like the finest paper

laid, no doubt, by some exotic creature

Within, a shell more brown than soil itself

melting to the touch between warm fingers

cracked open, revealing sticky white and yolk

sweeter than any honey

Three parts, each delicious yet overwhelming

Surely there is a metaphor here for the nature of God

The women returned from the tomb, and found it empty

Everyone is certain the two are related; 

a basket of sugar

a missing body

This egg is so strange and unnatural

I fail to see how